Floor 5, Room 3

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ITHAQUA

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[divineth]

I am.

[Were he not keeping himself stable with both hands stationed on either side of Ithaqua, he would be taking that raised hand. Instead, he pushes in deep and dips low so that he may kiss his lover.]

Though I mean not to torture thee. I simply wish for thee to give thyself grace. But if thou cannot... [His breath hitches as he shifts. He really did decide to pick now to do this, while the two of them were teetering on the edge of orgasm moments before.] Then pray allow me to do so in thy stead. Allow me to love every inch of thee.

[leewards]

[Well, he's not doing much loving right now--

Ithaqua paws at his shoulders and back, unable to move much when Urianger still has one of his legs slung over his shoulder, and he only has the one foot to balance on. he grumbles, then breathes.]

My answer to you shall be the same as your answer to this question. [He stops trying to urge Urianger on with his hands, hand brushes his own hair out of his sweaty forehead, just to cool down a little.]

Will you still love me when my transformation is complete, and I am a full monster? Will you make love to me then?

[divineth]

[He'll stop harshing the vibes in a second--]

I know not how thou shalt appear, or whether I will live long enough to witness thy full transformation.

[After one last agonizing pause, he returns to his original pace, almost bumping their foreheads together in the process. His gaze does not waver from Ithaqua's own.]

Yet as I utilize mine imagination...I feel no less aroused. Desire yet pulseth throughout my body. Canst thou feel it within thee?

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You're quite h-heavy within me, which-- [A lot of Ithaqua's control was required to even say this, but with how little time he managed to collect himself earlier, there wasn't much of it anyway. Urianger's sudden return to form gains a loud bark from Ithaqua, entrance squeezing.

Yet he slings his other leg around his lover's hips anyway. Yet he wraps his hands back around Urianger's shoulder. Yet he demands more, the only word he's capable of saying right now.]

[divineth]

[The tight squeeze around his length forces Urianger to release a startled moan of his own, serving as a reminder of how much he's held the both of them up- of how much talking he's been forcing when actions matter far more right now. With this realization, he finally, mercifully, opts to free them both from the confines of speech. He melts into the throes of pleasure, losing himself in Ithaqua's insistent cries and his own racing heart from his exertion.

The demands begin to outpace his limitations, however, as he leaks precum inside of Ithaqua. He pants Ithaqua's true name, his body burning hot with desire. He can't hold back much longer, but he refuses to release before his lover does.]

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[He hears that panting. He knows Urianger is close to his limit. And he can't help but chuckle breathlessly.]

Oh, darling... [A pause as he breathes through the thrusts, the fire burning in him.] Ngh-- you're struggling, I can see it.

[With great effort, he takes one hand away from Urianger's back, and slips it between their bodies, rubbing down his lover's chest, all the way down to rest on his belly that strains from the effort, though barely aches.]

Shall I help...?

[divineth]

[Ah...he was hoping it wouldn't be so obvious. Urianger bows his head in an effort to concentrate on preventing his body from giving out on him.]

Though it doth pain me to admit, thy vigor...exceedeth mine as before...

[He can't help but blame his interruption for it, too. He'd almost fully satisfied Ithaqua, but now...

His thoughts immediately evaporate into something unintelligible as Ithaqua touches him, sending a shiver rolling down his spine.]

Mm-- [Focus, Urianger. Focus.] If...If thou art amenable... I wish to see thee to thy completion...alongside myself.

[leewards]

Heh... [A soft, breathy laugh.] I should feed you better...

[For stamina, of course.

Still, he's going to have pity on Urianger, craning his neck so he can scrape his fangs on his lover's skin, closing his eyes at the faint taste and scent against his nose. Then he takes his own length in hand, laying back and stroking himself, quickly building up to match Urianger's pace.

He's not done yet, but almost there.]